Well, the chill is here under gray skies. The clouds aren’t yet the hard, flat gray of winter, but still supple, still tender.
On our walk today, we passed a row of burning bush in its full glory. I’ve never seen leaves glow with such intensity. I read the other day that they are considered an invasive species (at least in St. Louis, Missouri). I don’t know where they’re native, but I know there are plenty of other plants for me to try first.